Recover

Chapter Ten

I’m half asleep when my house phone goes off. Dang it sounds annoying, I flip over onto my back and try to figure out who could be calling. Wednesday: First day of school and I was kidnapped by Jake, Thursday: Confronted Jake about his "rules" and went to work plus escaped the diner, Friday: Called in sick for school because I couldn't face Jake. So it's Saturday, who would be calling me on the house phone? Who would call me this early in the morning?

    I see the amount of light coming in through the shades that really don't do their job and it's too much for the morning. . . I look at my watch, 11:25 am. Evan! I throw my covers off and stumble to the phone.

    For a second I think I missed it, "Gen!" I pull my ear away from the white phone for a second because that guy can sure yell. "Your appointment started 25 minutes ago,” He makes sure to add a sassy edge to the next thing he says, “Can you be here in less than 10 or do I have to cancel it?"

    I grunt and say, "I'm sorry Evan. I've had some majorly stressed out days this week and I slept in. I'll be there in about 7 minutes or so. Okay?"  I try to calm the angry hair dresser.

    "Gen, the whole town knows what ‘You’re stressed out days’ are about," He says matter of factly as my left hand slides down my face. The whole town? Seriously?

    "Alright I get it, I'm the gossip of the town, now can you please let me get ready so we can get my hair done?" He lets me off. I get ready to go by putting on some navy blue jean shorts and a light blue crop top that cuts off about a inch above my belly button, it has straps and is covered in a flower lace design, I have a white tank top underneath. I put my hair up in a messy bun and once I make it neat I secure it with a barrette and I throw on a pair of black sandals.

    Before you know it I'm in front of the town’s only salon, Highlights. The building is pretty decently sized and can hold 15 costumers at once. I walk in and see an annoyed Evan, his broad shoulders are straight, his arms are crossed in front of his chest and he’s tapping his foot. The lighting in here is bright and makes all the colors pop; it makes Evan's dark brown hair look like a warm chestnut.

    “Oh Evan,” I walk over and try to flatter him; “did you lose weight?”

     He takes the bait, though knowing what I'm doing and his moon-stone gray eyes soften a bit, he sighs, "So did you decided on the new color yet?" He takes my hand and ushers me to a seat.

    I smile, “Nope. You chose, surprise me." I take my hair out of the bun and shake it. After running my hands through my hair and seeing it is still past my hips, I want a trim. "Oh and trim to cut off the dead ends, I want it to be a little past my chest."

    His eyes have an excited glint in them, "Do you know how long it is going to take me to decide on a color?" He really doesn't care about the time he is just going to be fighting himself on colors.

    "Boy, I have all day," I lean back on the chair and put my hands on my head and he quickly shuffles to the supply room to make his chemical concoction. I relax and look around, all of the stations are color coordinated, each with a different color, my eyes wander around some more and catch the hints of white and silver, on the windows and mirrors, around the place to balance the variety of bright colors.

    I have been waiting for about 20 minutes and start to worry what Evan is going to pick out and he pops up behind me. He holds out a light baby pink dye. "Evan," I glare a little, "you know how much I hate pink."

    He just smirks and says, "We're going to do ombre, you know your current blonde color fading into the pink," This guy is acting like he won the lottery. I sink into the chair and cover my face with my hands, oh lord what did I get myself into?